Page 10 of More than Enough
Woman like you.
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Blade
Shoulder to the doorframe, he watched her sleep. Deep and sweet, which was exactly what he’d hoped for. She’d needed it. Heat exhaustion was a bitch to get over, and she was fortunate to not have gotten a bad sunburn on top of everything else.
His phone buzzed with an incoming text. He was dressed, jeans and shirt, but barefooted. All their clothes were dry and hers were folded, and if he’d taken a couple extra minutes on her dainty underthings, he’d be the only one to know.
Digging the device out, he glanced at the screen and grinned before tapping out a quick response:Tks. Owe you 1.
Wolf had checked out her car, decided it’d be easier to fix at his shop, and had hauled it there with his wrecker. Her starter had gone bad, and Wolf could have it fixed by tomorrow. He said he’d found a spare key in a keeper attached to the inside of one wheel well, which made things easier. Blade would pick it up in the morning and bring it back. He was reluctant to give his brother her address, even if Wolf had probably already found it from her paperwork. This—being with her right here and now—was Blade’s, and he wanted to keep it for himself.
Blade glanced at the windows, seeing the room reflected, the outside dark with no moon.
Jenn had been sleeping for more than five hours. The covers he’d tucked around her were exactly where he’d left them; she’d hardly moved in her sleep. He’d hustled around at first, wanting to get things tidied up before she woke. Before long, he’d had the food put away, dishes washed and dried, clothes moved from washer to dryer and then folded. Since then, he’d been here, less than ten feet away from the prettiest woman who’d ever spoken to him. Like some creeper, watching her sleep.
Pressing his lips together, he suppressed a sigh.I’m such a fuckin’ sap.
He didn’t move, though. Not physically. His mind was doing gymnastics, running through the day’s events.
His unreasonable fear when he’d realized she was walking alone.
The feel of her on the bike behind him. Something he’d often wondered about but never experienced before today.
Her welcome weight against his chest as he held her in the bathtub.
That smile and giggle she’d given him at the dinner table.
Fuck, the way he felt just doing this—watching her sleep, without planning anything else. Not that he’d turn it down if she offered, but right now, just watching her, being here with her, filled him with a peace he hadn’t known was missing. Each day filled with the struggle of recovery from the wreck, he’d been shocked to find there’d been a hole in his life he hadn’t recognized, an empty space inside him that had gone unfilled—until Jenn. He ran a hand through his hair, fingers lingering and tracing along the thick scar behind his ear. She deserved a lot, so much more than him.
Since the accident, he saw himself as damaged, faulty in uncomfortable ways. The scar, the memory issues, his inability to work figures in his head or keep track of time, how his mouth failed him at the worst times, tension and stress stealing his voice. Flawed.
She deserved more.
But God, how he wanted.
“Hey.”
Her voice pulled him from his thoughts, and he stared at her, hair tousled, eyes half-lidded and sleepy, smiling at him.
“Hey, yourself.”
“What time is it?” She propped up on an elbow and twisted to look at the clock. The movement disturbed the covers, and they slipped to her waist, long lines of her body on display in the thin shirt she wore. “It’s early yet. What are you doing up?” Throwing herself back onto the pillows, she groaned. “I hurt all over.”
“You should book a massage.” He thought about her car. “Do you work today?” She shook her head, stretching her arms overhead, the rustle of sheets against her skin a symphony of sensuality. Blood rushed to his cock when he imagined her moving like that underneath him, languid as he loved on her. “Uh. So…I’ll have your car here by midday.”
That earned him a cock of her head as she looked a silent question at him, one brow raised.
“I had a brother check it out.” He tsked at her. “Spare key in the wheel well. Classic. It’s a good thing you live in a low-crime county.”
“My daddy had a saying. If they can live with it, I can live without it.” She shrugged, her breasts rolling with the movement, and he lost track of what she was saying.
God, want my mouth on her. Want her under me in the worst way. Fuck, she’s what I need. Everything I need, right there. Goddamned angel sent my way.
“…been a serious lack of issues, which is good.” She pushed up on an elbow again, this time angled towards him, now frowning. “Blade, are you okay?”
He stared at her, mouth fused because the words were locked in his head again, just when he didn’t want them to be, when he wanted more than anything to let them spill out, tell her what he was thinking.
